my words lack substance.

streams of consciousness phrased into grammatically incorrect expressions.

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Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes to simply be human. Maybe, we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.
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Oh hello, winter weather

Don’t you just love sneaking into every crack and invading the warmth? Not even my fuzzy socks are a safe respite from your relentless chilling tendrils.

My feet are cold, my hands are cold, my nose is cold. I wish it was cold enough to snow though. I want some hot chocolateee.

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SATless!

At least until… sometime next year! Good enough for me. Hello, bed! Time to get reacquainted — it’s been way too long.

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